Chapter 2276 - 2277: A Warning for Your Big Dragon Head

The big man lay prone on top of the bus, with the momentum of a tiger swallowing its prey. Seeing the five people closing in on him, he couldn't help but burst into loud laughter.

"Killing ordinary people is boring. Haven't met any experts in a long time—perfect chance to use you guys for some practice."

After he spoke, he let out a thunderous roar, his whole body shooting out like a comet, slamming toward Fan Yi who was charging in front.

The Iron Spear in Fan Yi's hand buzzed and hummed, like an Ox Horn Great Bow pulled to the limit, forming a curved arc, momentum stored and not yet released.

A golden long arrow solidified into being, resting on the shaft of the Iron Spear. In an instant it formed the posture of a bent bow with an arrow nocked.

This wasn't a Spell, but a Martial Arts technique, called Sky Shooting Wolf.

Fan Yi cultivated True Martial Realm Divine Power; he had already condensed his Martial Will into his Martial Spirit. Once the move was unleashed, nature's spiritual energy echoed in response.

At this very moment, Fan Yi's Martial Will had already condensed into a peerlessly sharp long arrow, using the taut spear shaft as bow, shooting at the big man.

This arrow could probably pierce even a tank's Alloy Steel Plate.

The golden arrowhead rubbed against the air, sparks flying in all directions, unstoppable against any hardness.

In the blink of an eye the big man had reached within ten meters of Fan Yi. He spread his chest wide, actually not dodging at all, charging straight at Fan Yi.

Whoosh!

The golden long arrow slammed into the big man's chest, sparks erupting instantly.

The big man's chest was actually harder than the toughest alloy!

Within the golden long arrow was Fan Yi's entire Martial Will, forming the power of a landslide and earth-rending.

Though the big man relied on his ferocious, unmatched body to block Fan Yi's long arrow, he still staggered back several steps in succession.

Fan Yi might have a cold temperament, but at this moment he couldn't help widening his eyes.

This Sky Shooting Wolf strike was his strongest Divine Skills; even a tank could be blown apart, yet it failed to do anything to the big man.

The next second, the big man charged at Fan Yi again, like a high-speed train.

His feet stomped on the street, each step making the ground tremble, like a tank rumbling by.

Chunks and chunks of concrete were kicked up under his feet, his whole person like a raging tornado.

Fan Yi gritted his teeth, the Long Spear let out a hum, thrusting straight at the big man's throat.

Da Hang's face twisted into a vicious grin.

He suddenly opened his mouth and bit down on the spear tip, then crunch crunch—his neat, snow-white teeth actually chewed half the Long Spear into fragments.

This made Fan Yi, Long Xiaoshuai and the others even more horrified—this monster was actually this terrifying.

Seeing this, Fan Yi knew he couldn't match the big man in brute force, and immediately flickered back, retreating.

However, at this moment the big man had already rushed right up to Fan Yi, swinging a crazed horizontal punch.

Fan Yi had no way to dodge; he raised the half Long Spear to block in front of himself.

Seeing this, Long Xiaoshuai blessed Fan Yi with a Guardian Dragon Talisman; Fan Yi's whole body flashed with light.

Bam!

Fan Yi's Long Spear, as thick as a goose egg, was bent into a carpenter's square by the big man's punch.

The web of his thumb split open; the immense friction scraped the flesh of his palm into a bloody mess.

Fan Yi retreated more than ten steps in a row before finally stomping a foot into the concrete ground, stabilizing his stance.

Yet at this moment, the big man slammed in with a vicious headbutt.

Right then, a Divine Light–shimmering iron chain silently whipped around the big man's neck.

A Dragon Group Cultivator in the distance was yanking hard on the chain, dragging backward with all his strength.

Another Dragon Group Cultivator had long been poised to strike; the Talisman Record in his hand turned into a mass of high-temperature flames, smashing toward the big man's face.

This mass of high-temperature flames had condensed the Fire Element in the air; even a lump of stubborn iron could be melted into molten metal.

Yet the big man seemed utterly unafraid, letting the fireball smash into his face, merely closing his eyes.

He gave a savage tug to the iron chain around his neck.

The Dragon Group Cultivator not far away immediately did a head-first fall, plunging toward the big man.

The big man hammered a heavy punch into that cultivator's chest and belly; his fist directly pierced the lower abdomen, punching out through the back.

Hiss!

The cultivator only felt his heart go cold, a wave of unbearable agony surging in.

He lowered his head for a look, and couldn't help letting out a scream, his cry full of despair and shrill misery.

The big man drew back his fist. That cultivator collapsed limply to the ground, slowly closing his eyes.

The big man laughed loudly and raised one finger.

"That's the first!"

As he spoke, a brilliant Sword light shot over from afar, like thunder's wrath, carrying the force of ten thousand jun, its might unstoppable.

It was Three Swords making a move.

The big man raised both hands; that gigantic Longsword buzzed loudly, spinning rapidly, yet still couldn't pierce through his defense.

Not far away, the Swordsman pinched a Sword technique, his short body like it was nailed to the ground.

The corners of his eyes kept twitching, teeth clenched tight, clearly going all out.

Open!

The big man suddenly roared, his crossed fists splitting left and right.

The gigantic Longsword shot out by Three Swords suddenly gave a loud hum and flew back in reverse.

Boom!

The Longsword flying back slammed into the thick wall of a building.

The wall exploded with a crash, opening a hole taller than a person, bricks and rubble flying everywhere.

Three Swords let out a muffled groan, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. His body staggered as he retreated.

The Longsword was connected to his Martial Spirit; now that his Swordsmanship was broken, Three Swords' Internal Organs also suffered serious damage.

Roar!

The big man's body, like that of a Lion Tiger, had just been about to pounce forward.

Then a thunderous blast rang out; a bullet wrapped in a basketball-sized mass of Heaven and Earth Vital Energy shot straight at the big man.

It was Long Xiaoshuai seizing the moment to strike.

The big man let out a strange screech and flipped sideways in a somersault.

This was his first time dodging the crowd's attacks—after all, Long Xiaoshuai's Dragon Talisman Bullet was no joke.

Right then, a shrill peal of laughter rang out from behind Long Xiaoshuai.

A woman in red clothes, her lips so red they were purple, snatched Long Xiaoshuai's pistol away in one grab.

Long Xiaoshuai's reaction was extremely fast; a Grasping Hand Technique hooked the red-clothed woman's wrist.

He used a heavy back throw, slamming this red-clothed woman toward the ground.

However, before the red-clothed woman even hit the ground, she instantly turned into a mass of blood-red mist, skimming along the surface forward Gone with Wind.

Then that mist stopped less than ten meters in front of Long Xiaoshuai, rapidly condensing into the red-clothed woman's body.

Long Xiaoshuai's expression couldn't help changing.

Because the pistol in the red-clothed woman's hand was aimed squarely at his face.

That Dragon Talisman pistol had already finished charging, ready at any moment to unleash a world-shaking bullet.

Bam!

The woman fired without hesitation. Long Xiaoshuai let out a strange cry, his figure like a big bird, dodging to the left.

Yet that bullet came insanely fast, and its blast radius was extremely wide.

Long Xiaoshuai dodged in time, but was still shaken into a somersault, landing on his butt on the ground.

Long Xiaoshuai felt a chill in his heart. This woman had only used one move, yet her speed was so fast it completely exceeded his expectations.

In terms of strength, she was no weaker than that big man.

In the blink of an eye, the Dragon Group Cultivators had been counter-sniped—one dead, the other four all suffering defeats. The situation was extremely bad.

Just then, a gloomy voice came from the Northwest direction.

"I've long heard you Dragon Group love sticking your noses into everything. Today we'll kill a few for fun, give your Big Dragon Head a little warning."

Long Xiaoshuai and the others all turned to look.

At some unknown point, under the bus stop, a slow-moving old man had appeared.

His back was hunched, his face aged, yet he was like a ghost.

Been stuck on a train these past few days, business trip hell, man. Tomorrow I can go home and resume normal updates—please forgive the delay.